As Lucas mixed batter and the bacon began to sizzle, Emily poured two steaming mugs of coffee. She breathed in the scent, savouring the moment.
Fuck, when did domesticity start feeling so damn good? she wondered, watching Lucas flip a pancake with practiced ease. The sight of him, all tousled hair and relaxed muscles, stirred something warm in her chest.
"What're you thinking about?" Lucas asked, catching her stare.
Emily sipped her coffee, buying time. "Just... how nice this is," she admitted softly.
Lucas set down the spatula and walked over to her, his movements fluid and deliberate. He stood behind Emily, his warmth enveloping her as he pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder.
"It is nice, yes," he murmured against her skin. His hands found her hips, fingers tracing the hem of the
